Monday, March 30, 2009

Lent, Sand & The Perfect Law That Gives Freedom

We want to do rightLentIt goes up in smokeWhile we'reLooking forA way out

SandAlong the seashoreWarms our feetWarmer stillWe catch a reflectionUpsideFunnels downWe can fill itLike a pickle jarKeep it like an urn

Blame runs throughOur fingers likeFine grain

We want to do rightFound a way outUnder the lawWednesday's Ashes (was convenient)Hardened foreheadsIt's an exchangeA burdenWe can't lift it

Skews our thinkingWaiting for the GovernmentSome clergymanTo rectify the wrongsComparing our selfWith someone else.. Then all our rights..Forget it-It's never enoughSo..We can fill our pickle jarKeep it like an urnUse it as a springboard

BlameRuns through our fingersLike sand

But it all Comes back to usFor in there Is hopeOnly hopeBuilds up-It won't go up in smoke-Ja. 1: 25But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty...This man will be blessed-Faith is aSubstance Of things hoped for, The evidenceOf things not seenHeb. 11:1

Hi Regina, this is a neat poem. I can't pick fault with it, it runs along very nicely. And we sure don't want to accept the blame, it is so easy to think we can pass it on to someone else."Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen ... " It won't go up in smoke.Thank you...BTW, our religion doesn't observe Ash Wednesday. You would have smiled at my reaction upon seeing the first person wearing ashes on her forehead...

Heaven overreaches you and me, And all earth's gardens and her graves. Look up with me, until we see The day break and the shadows flee. What though to-night wrecks you and me-If so to-morrow saves? Taken from (Leaves of Life)..Signer Crispi